“I bought you some undergarments,” Moira told me the next day. She handed me a paper bag with a famous lingerie brand.
I smiled and accepted. “Thanks,” I replied.
She smiled weakly before looked at the direction of the female officers who escorted me here. She let out a weak sigh before turning back at me. “Are you really okay inside?” she asked.
I licked my lips and nodded. “I’m not bullied inside,” I assured her. But am I okay inside? No. There’s nothing right about an innocent person inside the detention cell. It’s not just. It’s unfair.
“Really?” It was obvious in her tone that she’s worried and I understand that. When my father was first jailed, that was also the first thing that crossed my mind.
I nodded. “Don’t worry. I am good with my cellmates,” I told her. We’re still n
